Traverse 3@University Of Edinburgh Drill Hall
The answer to the title of Christian O’Reilly’s play is of course, no, it’s about 10.30. Which, given that this is essentially a bourgeois chamber comedy of sexual manners and mores, is a plummy enough reaction to its tale of two couples kick-started into life by one-man’s visit to an expensive underwear emporium.
Daniel doesn’t just love women. He wants to be one. A lesbian at that. When sales girl Cathy falls for his bedside manner after her boyfriend Paul attempts to learn the secrets of Daniel’s wife Kay’s lady-carriage, doing lunch takes on a whole new meaning in a merry-go-round of food, sex and desire.
So far so 1990s, then, in Lynne Parker’s handsomely realised but ultimately flimsy dive into the sex wars dressed up with extended philosophical bedroom and boardroom debates. What initially looks like knockabout stuff led by Hilary O’Shaughnessy’s masterly deadpan comic timing before long gets all serious and clingy in a piece that kinda lingers, but not that much.
Until August 26, various times
The Herald, August 2007